Love, like a mountain-wind upon an oak, falling upon me, shakes me leaf and bough.
He who is fair to look upon is good, and he who is good will soon be fair also.
How love the limb-loosener sweeps me away
Beauty endures only for as long as it can be seen; goodness, beautiful today, will remain so tomorrow.
In gold sandals / dawn like a thief / fell upon me.
Someone, I tell you, in another time will remember us